True, there was the distinct feeling that each one of them would’ve liked to kick and/or lariat the crap out of the other two in the near future, but that was to be expect between three fine, talented wrestling ladies. All good things in time.

”Okay, you,” She gave Chris a little kick in the shin. ”Stop being so modest. Your lariat almost knocks heads off shoulders. Maybe Bomber Kirishima comes close. Maybe.” She wagged a finger, then turned to her younger friend. Her younger friend who wasn’t Chris, at least,

”And you’ll have to catch my neck first.” Valley flicked her tongue out at Alicia’s playful little joke - or promise, depending on how you looked at it. ”And don’t think I can’t do the same to you. My figure-four headlock’s made a few wrestlers take an early nap, too.”

Granted, Valley wasn’t too confident she could get Alicia into position for her signature move, but it was nice to dream. The idea of taking out the Scissor Queen with her legs was just too deliciously ironic to ignore.

”Anyway, if you two train together, let me watch. I want to see how many bags you can scissor and bearhug into oblivion.”

Things were getting a little crowded outside, as fans began to gravitate towards them, so Valley slid in under the ropes and rolled into the ring. She popped back to her feet fast and motion for them both to follow her in - the fans weren’t allowed to come inside, so it was a good place to chat without interruption.

"I'm willing to believe a bodyscissors from you could pretty much break some of the lightweights around here." Chris said after Alicia told her about the lock she applied to Valley. "And Valley's certainly lightweight." That she added in a teasing note, making her doubly deserve the playful kick from Val when it came a few moments later.

"But, I wonder, how well that works on a larger opponent." Chris added, her friendly tone holding a hint of challenge. "One who has a midsection used to taking that kind of punishment."

Hearing about Val and Alicia's fracas spoke highly to Chris about the redhead's ability. Anyone who can not only hold their against the Slamazon, but almost put her away was someone Chris wanted to face in the ring.

The blonde mock yelped as her fellow Californian's kick grazed her shin, and then shook her head as Val talked about having to catch her.

"Pfft, in a match everyone slows down eventually." Chris said as Val led them into the ring. Once inside she shook her head. "But, really, I wouldn't want my head between either one of you two's legs."

”Trust me,” Alicia’s grin was all teeth now and the hunger was back in her dark eyes as she met Chris’ gaze with her own, ”When I get my thighs around you, you tap, or you scream and then tap, or things go ‘pop’, you scream and tap. Either way, you lose. Big, small, fat, thin, doesn’t matter.”

She shrugged casually, leaning back against the ring.

”Just ask the football player whose rib I cracked when I was sixteen. And I’ve got a lot stronger since then.” Challenge received and very definitely accepted. No, Alicia didn’t think she’d have any trouble squeezing a submission out of Chris Morgan if she got her on the mat and got her in the bodyscissors. She’d dealt with bigger.

At the end of the day, it was all physics (not her specialty) – put enough pressure in and you got a submission out. Sometimes, that meant a cracked rib or two, if they were that proud.

The big question, as ever, was how easy it’d be to get her in the hold and get it locked down properly. That, to Alicia, was the interesting part. She wanted this match, wanted it already.

Patience hadn’t ever been one of her virtues, not when it came to fights at least.

Valley’s joking around was a good distraction though, even if her grin showed she didn’t think much of the Slamazon’s chances. Oh, the blonde could doubtless take her out with a figure four. Getting Alicia into one, ah, now their respective ground games had so far proven to be decidedly slanted in the British amazon’s favour.

Doable? Yes. Likely? Not in Alicia’s opinion.

But, roiling under the ring and climbing back to her feet, Alicia had to agree with Chris.

”And I’m pretty good at slowing her down,” She noted, truthfully being modest, ”My background’s in kickboxing and MMA, so taking girls to the mat and working them over is something I’m pretty good at.”

She flicked a curious look at Valley, still not sure why they’d headed into the ring and away from the fans. Weren’t they meant to be signing and interacting or whatever? Not that she was complaining or unhappy about the change of venue but… What did Valley have in mind here?

Valley was honestly getting the vibe that Chris and Alicia were either about to spontaneously makeout, fight, or both in some capacity. She would’ve been happy to see any of those possible scenarios, though she managed to keep that delectable thought hidden away, stashed next to all of her mental images of Hayley in schoolgirl outfits.

She swung back to Alicia and wagged a finger her way. ”Oh, you’re good at slowing me down, huh?” She bit her lip and gave Alicia a sly wink. ”Because I seem to recall I wasn’t the only who get her leg caught in a painful hold in our last match.”

Valley Doll hopped onto the nearest turnbuckle and took a seat, enjoying the rare opportunity to look down on the two taller women. ”Anyway, here’s what I’m thinking: how about a little contest, since we’re talking about moves so much.”

Valley looked over to some of the crowd at ringside, who’d gathered close enough to eavesdrop on their conversation. A little rude, but she could work with it. ”We each take turns putting each other in holds. Thirty second time limit. You get a girl down, get her in a hold, have your time, then you’re the one who has to get bent next. And the crowd gets to decide who uses which move comes next. First come, first serve. And no hentai moves.”

That last bit made a few people in the crowd walk away, but they still had a good size.

Valley crossed her legs and leaned back ”We’re already dressed up, have the ring to ourselves. Could be fun, right?”

When Valley made her comment about Chris's verbal misstep, the taller blond let out a scandalized "Hey!" before giving her a light push. "You should be the mature one...you are the oldest after all."

Because teasing Valley on her age always covered up the fact that Chris herself was less than five years younger....

She then studied Alicia sizing her up. With her build and the skills she mentioned, the redhead would be a difficult opponent. That was fine, though. Chris was a firm believer that the greater the challenge, the more you savored the victory if you won, or the more you learned about yourself if you lost.

"Kickboxing and MMA? It sounds like you've put in a lot of hours training and studying. I respect that. Not a lot of the younger crowd are willing to put in work."

She paused."Younger crowd. Now I'm starting to sound old.'

When Val explained what they were doing in the ring, Chris looked from her to Alicia and then back again. The fans that were there voiced their approval. The former Wrestle Angel thought about it for a moment and then nodded.

'Sure, why not?" she replied to Valley Doll's idea. "If Alicia here is also on board for this, sure."

”But you were the only one limping back up the ramp afterwards,” Alicia offered, tone smooth as silk, ”Old lady…”

She winked right back; not that she actually thought Valley was old, but two could play at that game. With that, the kickboxer swung around to Chris.

”Ten years kickboxing,” the curvy redhead said, with a definite hint of pride to her tone, ”And nearly as much again in MMA. Lots of hours on the mat. I think I’ve done my time.” Not, of course, that she didn’t have more to learn about wrestling in particular but all her other disciplines as well, but that didn’t mean Alicia wasn’t proud of the game she’d built for herself as a fighter.

She chuckled slightly at Chris’ joke about sounding old before turning her attention back to Valley, clearly curious about what the shorter of the two blondes had in mind.

A contest – that sounded interesting. Not as interesting as a match but, hey, she’d at least listen.

Unlike the bigger of the two blondes, Alicia didn’t look to the crowd after Valley was done explaining. Swapping holds. Thirty seconds a go – that’d be plenty for making Valley tap she thought, though Chris Morgan remained an unknown quantity.

Then the person who’d been doing the holding had their turn in a hold and so on, the crowd chose the holds and that was that.

The redhead tossed it around her head for a moment then shrugged. She didn’t have a match later. She could afford to burn energy, it’d let her see another side of Valley’s style and get a look at Chris’, maybe at least make it look like she was trying with the fan interaction thing…

Valley couldn’t remember if Alicia had told her how long she’d been in MMA before, but even if she hadn’t, it was an easy thing to surmise. She was young, but she handled herself in the ring with more experience that some fighters far older than her. There was some natural talent in there, but one look at her legs - always prominent and proudly displayed - could tell you the truth. Years of hard work had gone into honing those twin pillars.

It was just a funny thought. It made her regret following the call to wrestle so late in her life, trying to fight her mother’s blood. She was good, but how much better could she have been with an extra ten years of training?

”Yeah, yeah, I’m old.” Valley’s eyes went into a full roll as she stepped back and got some stretching in, twisting and getting out any lingering kinks. She’d be taking on plenty of new ones soon enough. ”It’ll happen to you both some day, just watch.”

So, who’d be first? It was Valley’s suggestion, seemed fair she would be the first victim, but who’d do the honors? She knew from experience - painful experience - how bad Alicia could be, and Chris’ muscles were no joke. Either one could do a lot of damage in thirty seconds…

“Let’s see, let’s see.” She started flicking her finger between them. ”Enie, meanie, mienie, mo, squeeze a wrestler with your legs, when she hollers watch her beg…”

Corny, yes. Valley though it was funny.

At any rate, she wound up stopping on her fellow Californian. ”Okay, Chris.” Valley stepped back with her arms wide open and her eyes closed. ”Come at me.”

"Yeah there's one to sing to your kids...." she said with a droll note in her voice.

When her friend's fingers stopped, pointing right at her, Chris nodded. She had actually hoped to see Alicia in action. Still, Chris was game for slapping Valley in a hold, if only to pay her back for the dizzing array of them that she had suffered in their last match.

Turning to the crowd after Valley assumed the position, Chris began to speak.

"So, choose! What hold do you want to see Valley take?!" the American called. "Pick a good one, because I owe her for our last match!"

There were calls for various holds. The figure four was a loud suggestion. But the one that eventually won out was one that made her sigh. Sometimes the crowd just wanted to recreate a moment from a past match.

There really wasn't even much wrestling to do for the hold, to be honest.

Once the suggestion was obvious, Chris surged into action. She stepped forward decisively, her arms going around Valley's lower back as the larger woman lifted the Slamazon off her feet. Her arms bore down, squeezing Val's lower back and spine painfully as Chris applied the crowd's chosen hold, the bearhug!

Chris Morgan. The Phenomenon. The world champion. The giantess. The blonde bombshell who’d crushed plenty of wrestlers Valley’s size in her day, who could throw her from one side of the ring to the other with ease.

And Valley Doll was going to let her squeeze the life out of her. Strange relationships, she found herself in.

True to her word, Valley didn’t evade Chris as she came and scooped her up, picking her up like she was a small child in her mother’s embrace. Once the pressure started pouring down, though, that idea went out the window. Her body started to squirm about, regardless of what her brain wanted to do on the matter.

Not that it amounted to much at the moment. When Chris Morgan got you, there weren’t too many things you could do, besides just waiting out the storm.

She clenched her teeth hard, fighting back a scream, but Valley couldn’t resist the occasional whimper slipping through,. Chris’ twin pythons bore down on her back, pressing her ribs with relentless force. She leaned forward and pushed against the Phenomenon’s chest, trying to just relieve some of the pressure. Anything to make the next few seconds more manageable.

"That..." Valley had a weak, stiffled chuckle. "That as hard as you can, Chris?"

There was a joke to be made there, something along the line of Valley singing her song, but the redhead didn’t make it. Instead, she just shrugged as the finger ended up on Chris, stepping back to give the other two room and the fans a good view.

This ought to be interesting, particularly when she heard what the fans had settled on (with some shouting).

Bear hugs, perhaps surprisingly and perhaps not, weren’t something Alicia had used herself much. Big and curvy-strong as the redhead was, she didn’t really have the upper body strength to pull that sort of thing off against an opponent in the same height or weight class as she was. Not to mention, before coming to Friction, she just hadn’t considered it a useful hold to know. So, it was with more than a little interest that she leant against the turnbuckle to watch Chris Morgan do her thing.

Judging by Valley’s reaction, it was something she was pretty good at.

Idly, she wondered what hold the crowd would be picking for her to use. It wouldn’t be that long – unless you’re Valley, locked up tight in that hug – before the thirty seconds would be up and she’d get a chance to see what Chris Morgan was made of. What would the crowd pick…

And then it’d be her turn to lie down and take whatever Valley could dish out. That’d be interesting although, if the crowd did pick the figure-four headscissors for her, the big redhead was determined she’d last through it. There was no way Valley was outscissoring her.